Chapter 146 The Black God and His Six Goddesses Squad(Slightly NSFW)
Chapter 146 The Black God and His Six Goddesses Squad
Two more days passed, and they stopped near a large river deep within the forest to recon the area. They believed they were close to their destination.
Agnes stood with her eyes closed, sensing through Orn’s vision as he soared high above the land. Below him stretched a vast valley, its heart dominated by mountains curling inward like jagged teeth. Dark clouds hung low, casting everything in shadow.
“This place feels grim,” she muttered.
Orn pushed forward, flying farther ahead.
“I see it.”
The group fell silent.
“So… we’re finally close,” Iryoku said, cracking his neck. He was already slipping into battle mode, checking his harpoon-blade and daggers.
Agnes frowned. “There’s a huge castle… but I don’t see any people. In fact, I haven’t seen anybody at all so far.”
As she spoke, Orn glided over the castle at a very high altitude, hidden within the dark clouds—and something shifted above it.
“Something’s down there,” she added, unease creeping into her voice. “I can’t see it clearly… but if Orn flies lower, we might draw attention.”
“The castle doesn’t matter,” Katherine cut in sharply. “Look beyond it—that’s where the Makikoku is.”
Iryoku chuckled. “What, you in a hurry to get rid of us already?”
Katherine ignored him completely. She’d learned the best way to deal with him was not reacting at all.
Orn continued flying—past the ominous castle and over a stretch of dark, lifeless forest. Farther ahead rose more mountains, their peaks stabbing into the sky. He climbed higher, following a narrow line of ridges, until he reached a small clearing nestled among the jagged peaks.
Suddenly, Orn froze mid-flight.
Agnes’s eyes snapped open.
Orn reacted instantly—his wings cracked the air as he veered away and shot upward at maximum speed.
Agnes exhaled sharply, wiping cold sweat from her forehead.
Iryoku stepped toward her at once.
“What did you see, Agnes?” he asked softly.
“I don’t know…” she whispered. “Something was there—maybe a monster.”
Alessandra spoke up. “Then that place might be crawling with enemies. How should we advance?”
Yumi turned to Reika. “Does the Return Stone still have enough magic?”
Reika nodded. “Yes. We can perform another powerful combined attack.” She glanced at Agnes. “And your stone? Still charged?”
Agnes smiled confidently. “Plenty.”
Reika faced the rest of the group. “Then we—the ranged attackers—are ready.”
Katherine raised a brow. “Are those things really that strong?”
Reika’s expression hardened. “Yes. Like we told you—both stones store magic, and we need at least one vessel to open a door. The blue stone I carry was confirmed by the demon Joka’latrex himself. It’s necessary for realm travel.”
Agnes added, “And my green stone—just like Reika’s—belonged to my mother. It’s the stone I used to summon you all into this realm.”
From her pocket, she pulled out a scroll covered in constellations, lines, runes, figures, and points. “I tried to replicate the original magic scroll I used to bring you here. We can try it again and see what happens.”
The girls continued discussing the details.
Meanwhile—
Iryoku stared toward the horizon, eyes fixed on the distant land where their destination lay. His mind seemed far away.
Katherine addressed the group, her voice sharp and steady. “The only thing we can do is advance cautiously and circle around the castle’s perimeter. Avoid getting too close.”
Alessandra quietly observed Iryoku’s back—distant, unreadable. She watched him so intently that she sometimes forgot where she was… or that anyone else was even speaking.
Suddenly, Christina stepped into the scene before anyone could react, wearing the indoor version of her nun’s habit. She pulled the habit’s strings, fully transforming it into the lewd corset and garter. Then she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Iryoku’s hips, burying her face against his crotch and inhaling happily.
“Hehehe…” she giggled, rubbing her cheek against him as if savoring his scent.
Alessandra kept her serious expression for a moment—then, unexpectedly, let out a soft chuckle before quickly turning away, pretending she hadn’t seen anything.
Iryoku simply patted Christina’s head, used to her behavior by now.
Reika, standing beside him, made a face and whispered under her breath, annoyed, “Now it was supposed to be my turn to get skinship…” She planted her hands on her hips.
Iryoku gave her a small apologetic smile.
Then his eyes drifted back toward the distant horizon, as if something was tugging at him once more.
He sighed. “Alright. This is the plan.”
His voice shifted—serious, decisive, commanding. All the girls straightened, their attention fully on him.
“I’ll go ahead and scout the area. When I come back, you follow.”
He turned to Katherine. “Kat, protect them while I’m gone.”
The decisiveness in his tone made Katherine actually appreciate his serious attitude. She nodded in agreement.
He said it quickly, expecting no one to argue.
But he underestimated how fiercely they would react.
Just as Christina finally let him go, he bent his knees to dart forward—
“NO—of course you’re NOT!!”
A chorus of voices erupted behind him.
Several bodies launched themselves at once. Yumi, Reika, Agnes, and Christina—who immediately reattached herself to his hips—crashed into him. The impact sent him tumbling to the ground.
“Oi—! What are you doing?!” he shouted.
Iryoku opened his eyes to find the girls sprawled across him in a chaotic pile.
Even Alessandra had stumbled forward in the rush. She landed close enough that her hair brushed his cheek. Realizing it, she straightened up and backed several meters away, her face flushed crimson.
“Sorry…” she muttered.
Yumi grabbed him by the collar. “Don’t you dare go off alone again, mister!”
Reika seized his face and pulled it close, her expression driven more by desperation than desire.
“Don’t leave us like that. Do you have any idea how terrified we get every time you vanish? We just got you back from those death-tree bastards…”
Agnes, hugging his chest, smiled softly.
“We need to stay together. I’ll keep scouting with Orn, so don’t worry.”
She leaned closer, her voice warm and teasing.
“Also… it’s almost time for your milky.”
Before anyone could react, she pulled out her heavy, dripping breasts and pressed one directly into his mouth.
From somewhere beneath the tangled bodies, Christina’s voice emerged, muffled and breathless.
“Dear Lord… I don’t want to be separated from you either.”
And—of course—she took full advantage of the chaos. She freed his cock and engulfed him in one smooth, eager motion.
Katherine let out the longest, most exhausted sigh of the day. She stared at the heap on the ground—still arguing, still groping, still indulging every perverted impulse—completely ignoring the fact that they were right next to a potentially hostile area.
Then she glanced at Alessandra, expecting some shred of reason from her...
Alessandra, standing several meters away, had smiled briefly at their absurdity…
But the smile faded into something quieter, almost wounded, as her eyes lingered on Iryoku.
That was enough.
Katherine clapped her hands sharply. She often ended up being the one to break their perverted distractions.
“Okay. Up. Now,” she snapped. “Enough of this crap. We advance together, so move.”
The girls glared at her.
Iryoku—still enthusiastically sucking a breast—turned toward Katherine, his expression clearly saying this wasn’t my idea.
Christina, who had been deep-throating Iryoku’s cock with all her might, popped off him with a wet, sloppy sound and grinned at Katherine like a mischievous demon.
“Oh, don’t be jealous, big sister Kat. There’s enough Black God for everyone.”
She wrapped her hand around Iryoku’s thick length and gave it a lazy shake, like she was showing off a long, heavy piece of meat—wet and throbbing.
“See? I already got His divine cock nice, hard and dripping, so feel free to take a seat.”
Katherine’s feline eyes narrowed into murderous slits.
She wasn’t looking at Iryoku’s thing. She refused to. Her glare was fixed entirely on the bunny nun.
This girl was always trying to shove her into Iryoku’s arms—and Katherine rejected the idea every single time.
Her tail, usually wrapped tightly around her waist, slipped loose and twitched with irritation.
“Say that again,” Katherine growled, “and I’ll rip your ears right off your head.”
Christina froze.
“Uhhh—okay! I’m moving!” she yelped, scrambling away.
Katherine turned her head sharply to the side, using every ounce of willpower not to look at Iryoku’s still-hard erection. She drew her rapier just enough to make the threat clear, pointing it in his general direction.
“And you—hide that thing,” she said in a low, dangerous voice. “Before I cut it off.”
A deep chill ran through Iryoku’s lower body. He quickly tucked his buddy away.
“Don’t joke about that, puss,” he said nervously. “You’ll break the girls’ hearts.”
Everyone finally stood up, but the girls still paused just long enough to throw Katherine one last poisonous glare.
The moment passed.
Iryoku and his group of perverted girls became serious at last, their expressions shifting as they prepared to move.
They decided to leave the carriage hidden behind and proceed on foot. Staying quiet was now the top priority.
The formation shifted naturally.
Iryoku took the lead, scanning the surroundings with sharp, focused eyes.
Alessandra followed close behind him, shield raised and mace ready—solid, unshakable, and protective as ever.
Just behind her came the ranged fighters:
Yumi, bow already nocked, sharp eyes scanning every shadow.
Reika, fingers twitching as magic gathered instinctively, ready to unleash spells at a moment’s notice.
Agnes, with Aqua mimicking her movements like an identical twin, both prepared to provide rapid support. Rhogan had been unsummoned for now to avoid drawing attention, while high above, Orn circled silently through the dark sky.
Christina stayed close to the ranged group—the safest place for her, given she was the weakest and least experienced in real combat.
For once, she was quiet, her entire focus sharpened. Her powerful legs felt eager to move.
The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can tend to my god’s needs, she thought.
And if we reach His holy lands of origin… then we can breed every day.
A bit of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth.
At the very end of the formation marched Katherine, one hand resting on the hilt of her rapier. Her feline eyes—and her incredible ability to sense threats—swept every direction with practiced vigilance.
Together, they advanced toward the valley’s edge, keeping the castle to their right and the mountains tight on their left—moving through danger as a single, coordinated special unit.
Damn… Katherine thought. When they get serious, I almost forget how strong and dangerous they really are.
After all, they had taken down an immortal demon king… even if he’d been confined.
She glanced upward as snowflakes began to fall.
Reika broke the silence. “Yumi… do you hear anything?”
Yumi shook her head slightly. “No. Everything’s weirdly quiet.”
Not a single animal cry.
No monster roars.
No movement.
Nothing.
“This only means one thing.”
A strong monster was close.
They kept advancing.
Iryoku rushed a little ahead, leaping onto the treetops to get a better view. From above, he scanned every direction.
Still nothing.
No sound.
No presence.
He dropped back down and landed beside Katherine.
“What do ya think, puss?” he asked as he fell into step next to her. His voice was serious. “Maybe a strong predator?”
Katherine’s ears twitched. “Don’t know yet. But we should keep moving. In fact—” she glanced over the formation, “—we should switch positions. I’ll take point and deflect any incoming attack. You take the rear.”
Iryoku nodded, his expression hardening. “I’m counting on you.”
As she stepped forward, he leaned close to her ear, his voice low enough that only she could hear. She felt his slow breathing.
“If it ever comes to it… the girls take priority. Protect them—even if you have to abandon me.”
Katherine’s eyes flicked to him—sharp, startled, conflicted.
She didn’t answer.
She simply walked past him, moving to the front and taking the lead position.
But as she passed, she stole a quick glance back.
Iryoku gave her a small, soft smile.
She swallowed and tightened her grip on her rapier before facing forward again.
When he acts like that… it makes me feel…
She didn’t finish the thought—even in her own mind.
They moved past the area near the castle and continued toward the land beyond. The trees began to thin, patches of mud appearing beneath their boots. Once again, Iryoku leaped into the treetops to scout ahead, then dropped back down without a sound.
They advanced a little farther—
—when something shifted at the edge of their vision.
Yumi reacted instantly.
Her arrow, coated in magic, shot forward.
FWHIP!
SPLASH!
A wet, solid impact.
They rushed in and found the creature collapsed on the ground—fat, muscular, ugly. Nearly two meters tall, with sickly green skin. Yumi’s arrow had pierced straight through the center of its brain, killing it instantly.
“It’s an ogre,” Katherine said flatly. “A lower demon.”
Reika frowned. “Was this what Orn sensed? This thing isn’t even strong.”
Agnes shook her head immediately.
“No… whatever Orn felt wasn’t this.”
Suddenly—
Growls.
Heavy footsteps.
Dozens of them.
Katherine drew her blade. “Get ready!”
From the front, more creatures emerged—shambling, stomping figures armed with crude axes, maces, and swords. They ignored the corpse of their fallen comrade and charged immediately.
Yumi fired again. Her arrow blasted through another ogre’s skull, dropping it on the spot.
Reika inhaled sharply, magic swirling around her black rings.
“No need to waste arrows,” she muttered, hands beginning to glow.
“Lightning Storm!”
A massive dome of crackling electricity erupted before them, swallowing the entire incoming horde. Screams tore through the forest as flesh sizzled and bodies convulsed, the air thick with the stench of burned meat.
Iryoku stayed near the rear, analyzing the battlefield—
Then his eyes sharpened.
“Company from behind,” he muttered.
Without turning, he snapped his arm back and launched his harpoon.
The blade zigzagged between the trees, the glowing white rope whipping behind it.
CRUNCH.
A pained growl echoed from deep within the woods before the harpoon snapped back, hovering beside him like a loyal predator.
Then came the sound of movement.
Dull thuds.
Dozens of them.
Heavy—like massive footsteps shaking the ground.
“Agnes,” Iryoku asked calmly, “where are they coming from?”
Just as Agnes summoned Rhogan beside them, her voice trembled.
“I—I don’t know!” she said. “We’re still far from where Orn sensed danger!”
She shut her eyes, sending Orn soaring back through the black clouds to scan the forest behind them.
Up front, Reika’s Lightning Storm continued to scorch ogres into ash—yet more and more kept marching blindly into their deaths.
“What the hell…?” Reika muttered, breath tight. “Are they stupid?”
Christina suddenly stiffened. A cold sensation crawled down her spine.
She turned toward her god—toward Iryoku—who was staring into the darkness behind them.
A massive humanoid head emerged from the shadows.
Ugly. Monstrous. Drooling.
A long, filthy beard. Matted hair. Pale, soulless white eyes. Two massive tusks jutted from its lower jaw. Its limbs were grotesquely thick, and it dragged one bleeding leg behind it—the wound already closing as it stepped fully into view.
At least six meters tall.
It growled.
A deep, vibrating GRRWAAAAHHH that shook the air.
Iryoku didn’t hesitate.
He charged his Leben, dark energy crackling around him, and released the harpoon.
The blade shot straight into the giant’s open mouth, spearing through the back of its skull before ripping free and snapping back to Iryoku’s side.
The giant collapsed with a thunderous boom that shook the ground beneath their feet.
“A troll,” Katherine hissed.
But the ground kept trembling.
More heavy footsteps approached from behind.
And this time… there were many.